Closed With a Safety Pin

You closed my mouth with a safety pin, And I spoke to you in the language of the dew drops, A tale of treachery saw my act as a sin, Yet, I nurtured an undefiled love for you to grow like crops. Again, you made my mouth shut, But I communicated my feelings to you in ocean waves, And it was amazing and sufficient like a glut, The last time I checked, you inhumed my efforts in graves. My mouth remained steeked, And I spoke to you again in the language of eye contact, You forced out a smile at me, frowned and peeked, I screamed in my sacred language of tears, yet your heart couldn't do a faithful compact. Today, I'm no where to be found, Since you have already sold your body to a Casanova for a pound.